This Evening

My hands are dirty from smearing ashes on people’s foreheads. My eyes sting from wiping them with ashen fingers. My nose tickles from the ash I’ve breathed in. From dust you have come. To dust you shall return. In the meantime there is grace. Grace that looks a lot like a smudged cross. Like sooty…

Entering Lent

I love these lines from a Wendell Berry poem: Best of any song is bird song in the quiet, but first you must have the quiet This year I’m thinking of Lent as an opportunity to experience the quiet before the glorious bird song of Easter. Last year, I took on a major Lenten discipline—I…

Ash Wednesday Family Worship

I know it’s not Wednesday, but I figured that would be a little late to post this particular “Worship Piece.” For the first time this year our church will have two services on Ash Wednesday.  We will have the contemplative service at 7:30 (posted here), and a child-friendly service at 6:30.  I wanted to post…

The Verdict is In . . . Sort Of

I know some of you are interested in the status of my ministerial credentials. They have been under review by my conference’s Leadership Commission because I officiated a wedding for two women. (You can read some of the background here and here.) I received a phone call this afternoon from the Commission chair, and he…

Getting to 40

Sunday was my parents’ 40th anniversary. We had a small family party for them on Saturday, and my brother and I both wrote on our cards: “Thank you for setting such a good example of marriage for me.” I know it sounds a little cheesy, but we both mean it deeply. I consider myself to…

Ask the Pastor . . . About Evolution

Last week I had two conversations that included the phrase, “I’ve just got to ask you about . . . “.  I was honestly tickled to know that my pastoral perspective is such a hot commodity. So I’ve decided to include some “Ask the Pastor” posts on this blog. Every once in awhile I will…